“did you have a good night?” “yeah. a bloke read a book.” drove to Sydney and back yesterday to see John Cooper Clarke, supported by Johnny Green telling anecdotes of his time working with the Clash. got back home at 5am. never want to sit in a car again. totally worth it.
so the dudes made a d&d party without me. pity dudes don’t know how to party. I’ve maybe spent the past hour statting myself up as an rpg character who’d totally kick their rpg-playing balls. I’m a Part-Time Poet; my specialisations include Feelings, Forced-Irony, Tanqueray and Flirting With Bartenders. dragons cower at my awkwardly-phrased haiku. HERO, FTW. ...
AN Uni bar
something like a haven for babin’ or, for cider or, maybe something or, whatever they should call it a port
sometimes you write whatever words and it’s a poem so take on me. I will absolutely respond in prose that I’ve paragraphed awkwardly to appear poetic. ON YOU, I LOVE YOU.
you know how, sometimes, a rubbish neighbour will play mad bass music late into the evening? right now, it’s the cure, and I can absolutely handle it.
all the content
cool new website, me. or, way to completely stop posting forever. or, whatever. I, uh. oh. my internet is the worst. SOON! and … look! here’s someone doing cool shit. and … see this thing on twitter. handshakes in thought, &ct.
pet names and names for children
Hero Moriarty Narcissus Gimlet Space Font FIGHTMASTER Orpheus Tanqueray Moose Protector Robert Smith Horatio
words are tease me
haven’t you noticed how they tumble through you without stopping to wonder how you feel or whether anything is permanent or what you even meant? like, they stabbed you in the face metaphorically in the library so you can’t read anything anyway or something whatever there’s blood you should have a shower and a glass of gin and think less about neurosis and more about sin ...
this must be the place
here I am doing this thing again ♥ // ♥